Mornings on the farm are usually chaotic and filled with excitement. The animals tend to BURST forth from their homes, hungry for breakfast and ready to start the day.
One of us does the rounds while the other preps the kids for school. These days, with the early sunrise and warm mornings the farm wake up is usually the first pick.
But adventure is ALWAYS near.
As hubby was adding eggs to our stand he came across these little souls.
Now, over the past week we have lost 3 hens to “something” in the sky. It is hard to tell what, but we were assuming an owl.
This morning as we went to drop the kids at the bus, an owl swooped overheard, startled by the stomp of little feet and the noise that comes along with it.
And alongside our little baby bunny friends was the “result” of their mommy being owl breakfast, and one little sibling who didn’t survive.
Now, rabbits are prolific around here. They get into gardens and I am pretty sure this is where most of my kale starts went, but a soul is a soul, and around here we do everything we can to help little souls survive.
So our little bunny friends are warm and cozy in a nest of goat cashmere under a heat lamp. They have licked a droplet of cream and we have fresh goats milk coming soon. They may not make it, but at least if they go it will be warm and loved.
And if they do survive… I’m sorry garden…. but everyone deserves a chance.
So.. what would YOU have done? Tossed them aside or snuggled them, in hopes they survived.